Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.